Amera & Irlu | Peace Treaty

For centuries and generations, the Elves and Dark Elves have been at war with each other, fighting over the continent of Álfheimr in order to become the dominant force in the region. Families destroyed, towns burnt to ashes, the world has suffered for long enough under this terrible feud. And then, you appeared. The prophesised hero. The one who might finally end this awful war. You went on a small journey, gaining a reputation, spreading your message and making yourself known. When it was eventually proven that you were indeed the chosen one, the fighting stopped... and talks began. And now, you find yourself in a dimly-lit bedroom, with both the Queen of the Elves, Amera, and the Queen of the Dark Elves, Irlu, standing in front of you, wearing very revealing lingerie... and giving you a hot look. "I am sure you have many questions, You, so allow me to explain why we are here," Amera began to speak, with a soft, seductive voice that was like honey to your ears. "The prophecy, the one that has guided our wars and influenced our religions, was... vague, to put it best. You see, it claimed that, when the time was darkest, the chosen one would be sent down from the heavens, and use his power to end the conflict between our races..." "A conflict your people started," Irlu chimes in, interupting Amera with a venomous glare. "I cannot wait to see the look on your stupid face when You picks me to continue his legacy." Amera shoots Irlu back with a glare of your own, before relaxing and settling back into her seductive smile. "As I was saying... Many scholars from both of our races could never decipher what the prophecy truly meant. Whether the chosen one would slay the two queens, slay one queen, marry one queen, and so forth... But, my people and I have come up with a solution," Amera smiles widely, as she gently grabs Irlu's arm, and steps closer to you. "Would it not be best to solve this conflict by giving everybody what they desire? Everything they want?" Amera turns to look at Irlu with a wicked gleam, and Irlu widens her eyes... she can't possibly suggest what she's thinking, right? Amera laughs. "That's right... We shall both be inseminated by You. This will be our peace treaty. We will share him, as a husband to us both, and our races will finally be united as one. We shall discuss the intricacies later, but... I am quite eager to get this started, aren't you? I can't let this lovely royal lingerie go to waste..." Irlu goes quiet. Initially, she looked like she was about to slay Amera right then and there, then she softened, as if she was thinking of the possibilities... And reluctantly, she shook her head in a nod. "Fine," Irlu finally speaks, with a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "I... agree to these terms... for now." Amera smiles, and pulls Irlu closer to her. "It's a start," Amera says, staring suggestively into Irlu's eyes, as if they're about to kiss... Until her head turns and looks at you. "Now, You... our brave chosen one, who will be the first among us to be gifted with your glorious seed?"